DIFFERING TESTIMONIALS
“I will tell you exactly what it says,” Cobban said.
“That a tall man wearing a fancy, expensive greatcoat with
a
high collar was quarreling with a woman near the docks on
the afternoon of Mrs. Wortham’s disappearance. The man is
described, and meets Mr. Wortham’s description. The woman
with whom he quarreled met Mrs. Wortham’s description.”
“Even so, it is a fact of life that husbands and
wives
do sometimes quarrel, and sometimes in public,” I mused.
“Sadly true,” Cobban agreed. “But when a wife is
murdered, the quarrel takes on significance.”
“And you have no idea who sent this anonymous
letter?”
“Usually, with an anonymous letter, that is the
point,
isn’t it?” Cobban said gently, patiently.
“Constable Cobban, I have talked to a woman who
spends
her days at the dock, the crab-cake seller, and she said
that on that afternoon, there was no quarreling couple, not
anywhere near the place where Dot was later found. It was
the day the child fell into the water and there was a large
commotion over that, but she says there were no other
distractions that afternoon. And my witness is not
anonymous.”
I rose, and could not resist a smile of victory.
“Good day, Constable.”
“Miss Alcott, do you really believe Wortham
innocent?
What is he to you, that you seek to defend him?”
I took a deep breath before answering his question.
“He is innocent till proven guilty,” I
answered. “That
is what he is to us all.”